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SERAPHINA’S POV “You okay?” Alice asks first, walking closer to me and taking my hand, worry written all over her face. By now, I’ve shaken off whatever jitters I have, and I stare at her more confidently. “It’s alright. I swear, I’m fine.” I try to convince them. Yet both of them stare at me with knowing, sad puppy eyes, almost at the brink of tears like they know something I don’t. “Is there something wrong?” I ask them now. “We saw everything happen, I mean after everyone left.” Juliet explains, and while I stare at her with more confusion, Alice fills in the blanks spots. “Back at the cafeteria when that psycho, Morgan, crashed in and all. We stayed back after everyone got sent out, hiding under a table in the far back.” “But only because you were there, not because it was juic